Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jesus Smells like old socks and pussy
Now, the only reason that I'm at this table...
# Bein'good isn't always easy #
# Until you die #
Where's my goddamn Suburban?
You let us rebuild.
Three bullets in his back.
# Aperfect line #
# In the eye ##
No kidding?
No D.N.A.
- Takes a while to adjust. - Yeah.
That's great. That's great.
Might be a while before we see any more gun green.
Crippled by all the shit they're afraid of.
Get me the E.T.A. On that forensic team.
I'm sure you took a beating at Golden Gate this weekend.
blowing the shit up.
He's declined every one.
Unser's just waiting for the clock to run out.
- Let's roll. - # Billy Ray was a preacher's son #
They don't do any big gun business with anyone except the Sons, hmm?
In case you've never actually seen one.
'80s hair.
Uh, Chibs said you were looking for me.
# End of the line, Rollin'on ##
One more wrong thing comes out of our mouth...
Hale's gonna have to wait days to get San Joaquin to shake loose a forensic unit.
Or maybe I'll bounce my theory off ofJax.
Don't ever cut me off again, shithead.
Some pictures, a few Harley manuals.
What are you talking about? That's already done.
from getting to our warehouse...
# Was the son of a preacher man #
Come on. Won't take long.
No, somebody else popped her with that needle.
Start doubting choices they made-
And keep Hale off my goddamn back.
Spoke to Laroy, and he is giddy...
Why did you pull my detail off the warehouse?
All anybody can prove...
Let's hear it.
Guess you wouldn't be.
Their next move is gonna be putting a bullet in my goddamn dome.
- 'Cause of the drugs- Brain or anything? - Can't know for sure.
We're supposed to protect the cargo.
Hale's on red alert. Mayans, Nords-
You serious? For what?
- Doesn't matter. - I'll handle that. You set it up.
That warehouse sits on county property.